Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.